Location: In the span between heartbeats...the eye of the needle...the second before sunrise...

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"Why do I feel more tired today after getting more sleep than usual...?"

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La vie n'est qu'une ombre dans l'obscurité la plus profonde

Something's gotta give...and if it's not my spine it will surely be my spirit. I only pray the splinters will shatter in such a way that every passerby takes a second to revel in my wreckage....

In the space between the sands of time and making sense he scribbles thoughts half-made and half-mad. He has written all his mind away and been left half-alive and mostly dead. His spark is the maker's forge, burning bright and hot. His soul is the flame that guides lost travelers on their wayward paths. In his thoughts he is whole, he is home, he is free. If only this poor poet's mental world were true reality...

Location: In the span between heartbeats...the eye of the needle...the second before sunrise...

Posts: 12,771

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Originally Posted by DarkWarrioress

Your body isn't use to the extra sleep? *licks*

It's possible. *shivers from the lick*

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Originally Posted by Faux_Pas

I'm back in bed.

O.O

*dives in and cuddles the stuffing out of her*

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La vie n'est qu'une ombre dans l'obscurité la plus profonde

Something's gotta give...and if it's not my spine it will surely be my spirit. I only pray the splinters will shatter in such a way that every passerby takes a second to revel in my wreckage....

In the space between the sands of time and making sense he scribbles thoughts half-made and half-mad. He has written all his mind away and been left half-alive and mostly dead. His spark is the maker's forge, burning bright and hot. His soul is the flame that guides lost travelers on their wayward paths. In his thoughts he is whole, he is home, he is free. If only this poor poet's mental world were true reality...

Something's gotta give...and if it's not my spine it will surely be my spirit. I only pray the splinters will shatter in such a way that every passerby takes a second to revel in my wreckage....

In the space between the sands of time and making sense he scribbles thoughts half-made and half-mad. He has written all his mind away and been left half-alive and mostly dead. His spark is the maker's forge, burning bright and hot. His soul is the flame that guides lost travelers on their wayward paths. In his thoughts he is whole, he is home, he is free. If only this poor poet's mental world were true reality...

Location: In the span between heartbeats...the eye of the needle...the second before sunrise...

Posts: 12,771

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Originally Posted by Faux_Pas

I had a feeling.
*Smirks at the smooch*
Y'know.. raccoons and their thieving lil hands and all.
Can't expect you not to try and steal something or other at some point....

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Originally Posted by DarkWarrioress

*wonders if he washes his food in water like raccoons do*

*then dies laughing as she imagines a raccoon with food between its paws, looking adorable and overlays a picture of Fr33k doing the same thing*

*smirks at the both of them, eyes full of mischief*

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La vie n'est qu'une ombre dans l'obscurité la plus profonde

Something's gotta give...and if it's not my spine it will surely be my spirit. I only pray the splinters will shatter in such a way that every passerby takes a second to revel in my wreckage....

In the space between the sands of time and making sense he scribbles thoughts half-made and half-mad. He has written all his mind away and been left half-alive and mostly dead. His spark is the maker's forge, burning bright and hot. His soul is the flame that guides lost travelers on their wayward paths. In his thoughts he is whole, he is home, he is free. If only this poor poet's mental world were true reality...